Chorus of morning leaves Paint trees deeper in happy green. Sunrays ricochet From your eyes to my lips. Maybe we are dying For heaven has stepped down between us. Heartbeat resonates All over the sky Carried by the wild wings of White doves.
we always put our most impressive warrior to the front to try and unnerve our enemies with size and stature not much has changed, nukes are paraded for all the world to see all along the streets of cities lined with a cheering populace.